The young man in the sapphire blue Confucian uniform blushed. He did have such thoughts, but when the bitter monk told him, he couldn't keep it in his face and shouted: "How can you be so vulgar?"
The bitter monk cried: "I can be more vulgar!"
Of course Wan Chengyi knew why Monk Ku was angry, and wanted to persuade him, saying, "You two, please calm down!"
The young man wearing a sapphire blue scholar's uniform shouted, "This person insulted me as a matchmaker. If he doesn't apologize, I will not forgive him lightly."
Wan Chengyi could no longer open his mouth.
Even Wan Fanjin couldn't help but said: "You put the two people from Tianlong Temple together with Sister Nanzhou. It's really offensive. Why don't you apologize?"
The young man in the sapphire blue Confucian uniform couldn't help but become stubborn and shouted: "I put the Dong Guo family, Xi Tianlong, Nan Jiao Feng, Bei Murong and Shi Xianzi side by side. What's the offense? What's wrong with it?"
Monk Ku was actually very good-tempered, and was not as fond of getting into trouble as Pangyun, but at this moment he couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed the monk named Long, threw him to the ground, and sneered: "Just a few of them,
Is it worthy to stand side by side with my little mistress?”
The young man in the sapphire blue Confucian uniform was also a figure whose body and sword were integrated into one body. However, when faced with Monk Ku's casual grasp, he was unable to resist and was knocked unconscious by the force of the blow.
Monk Ku succeeded with one move and felt relieved, secretly shouting: "It feels so good to bully mediocre people."
Everyone present was astonished. They all looked to see Duan Nanzhou, but they were even more shocked when they saw that this one of the ten fairies had a blushing face but did not refute.
Yan Xi has never thought much about the title of Ten Fairies. He has a high eye for cooking clouds and has done things with the two supreme elders of the Yinshan Sect. He is also dismissive of it, but he does not dare to say it to his face. Monk Ku is really
I don’t know about the practice circle. He was originally a warrior and he joined the circle not long ago.
But in fact, Duan Nanzhou's reputation is almost universally known. He is much more famous than Monk Yan Xi, Pangyun Ku and the others. After all, Dongfang Que and Dongfang Qiu will not publicize it. His hairy arms and thighs were chopped off by a junior.
No one knows the results.
Among the younger generation of swordsmen, Duan Nanzhou is a true fairy.
I don’t know how many people admire me.
The monk named Long was actually an admirer, but he knew that he was not worthy, so he hoped to bring Duan Nanzhou together with the strong man in his heart, so he deliberately mentioned the two brothers from Tianlong Temple.
Except for the Wan brothers and sisters, when everyone heard the news, it was as sensational as if a famous actress on earth had fallen in love.
Duke Wei's face looked grim. Although the monk surnamed Long spoke freely, Monk Ku threw someone in front of him because he was not giving him face.
He shouted and said, "Even if Brother Long said something inappropriate, why would he hurt someone?"
Monk Ku didn't say a word, but he still reached out and grabbed him. With a sudden move, Wei Gongze also fell to the ground unconscious.
Wei Gongze could not have imagined that he had been arrogant all his life, and he was quite complacent in cultivating the unity of body and sword. He always thought that he might not be able to compete with the Dong Guo family, Xi Tianlong, Nan Jiao Feng, and Bei Murong even though he had only been in Taoism for a hundred years!
But he was knocked unconscious by a move from an unknown bald man.
If he could wake up, he might be knocked out again.
Monk Ku felt very happy and secretly shouted: "Thankfully, senior brother let me come. Otherwise, how would I have tasted this? It would be much happier to fight with these people than to fight with Dongfang Que, Dongfang Qiu, Three Fire Gods, etc."
Already."
These people have never seen Monk Ku so ferocious and majestic.
Everyone is an ordinary person. Even though their swordsmanship is high or low, and their flying swords are strong or weak, no one dares to say that they can defeat the person sitting next to them with one move.
What's more, Duan Nanzhou didn't refute Monk Ku's title of Junior Master Duan Nanzhou, which was obviously true! The monk surnamed Long spoke freely and was randomly matched with mandarin ducks. His disciple was angry and took advantage of him.
Wei Gong stood up for his friends, but in fact he was a bit too strong.
Although they both have friendships, they are not so deep that they are willing to be humiliated in public.
Seeing that the scene had turned cold, Wan Chengyi hurriedly said: "Send these two fellow Taoists to the RV to rest."
Sun Zhaoyan hurriedly came out and asked someone to put the monk named Long and Wei Gongze into a RV.
He also thoughtfully called the medical staff to give both of them anesthesia.
A young man who had not said a word since he took his seat suddenly laughed and said, "This matter is indeed the fault of the man named Long. If it were my place, I would tolerate him."
Just as everyone was casually agreeing to cover up the matter, the young man said again: "But, this bald Taoist friend, do you think that just a few of them are worthy of being ranked alongside my junior wife? I can't."
Don’t say a word.”
"My dragon-slaying sword Guo Feng still has some abilities."
This young man was dressed in coarse cloth, had thick hands and feet, a simple face, and looked very honest and honest. He was brought here by Wei Gongze, and everyone thought he was a familiar junior of Wei Gongze.
At this time, everyone reported their identity, and everyone cheered up. They all shouted secretly: "I didn't expect to see such a good show!
Although Monk Ku was right, he acted arrogantly and showed no face to others, so many people didn't like him. When the rightful master appeared, they all wanted to see this little bald man embarrassed.
Dongguo clan, Xitianlong, Nanjiaofeng, and Beimurong!
The dragon-slaying sword Guo Feng is the Dongguo clan.
Guo Feng stood up and said: "In my capacity, if I choose you to fight with a sword, it would be bullying the small. Let your master do it."
Monk Ku thought to himself: "If you choose my master, it will be terrible if you really win."
Although Yan Xi may not be so incompetent, both Monk Ku and Pangyun have always taken it as their duty to protect their master, and they always subconsciously feel that their master is weak.
Monk Ku smiled and said, "Let's see!"
Nothing you say at this time is as straightforward and powerful as saying "Look at the moves".
Although he had used the Demon-Conquering Prajna Palm just now, his big hand did not emit golden light. At this time, he swung out a palm, and the strong wind roared. It looked like an ordinary martial arts chopping palm, but the palm was as powerful as a mountain. Guo Feng couldn't help but feel slightly solemn.
Clap it with one palm.
The two palms clashed, and the air was like thunder, and the wind shook. Thanks to Duan Nanzhou's subsequent wave, he sent out a burst of energy to offset the impact, so that the dining table was not overturned.
Guo Feng received the palm from Monk Ku and thought to himself: "This little bald man is indeed extraordinary and must be taken seriously."
Monk Ku was also slightly surprised, and said to himself: "This skill... is not that of a swordsman!"
The two of them had a tacit understanding and soared into the air together. They each performed a set of palm techniques while they were in mid-air, without flying swords, and the slaps made a sound.
The swordsmen present here couldn't help but feel refreshed when they saw the two men taking action. When they saw that the two of them didn't use flying swords, but only used their innate true energy to fight palms in the air, they couldn't help but secretly said: "If we encounter such a situation,
The innate true energy is so powerful that even with a flying sword, it cannot break the power of its palm."
Seeing that the two of them were getting higher and higher as they fought, everyone couldn't help but harness the light of their swords and follow them in the air.
Yan Xi couldn't help it, and casually released the Glazed Heavenly Dragon, riding on it and taking off into the sky.